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She's gone Country By Jane Porter:Book Review and Contest Winners

    Shey Darcy,once the New York it girl,has to give up her life as a model when her
husband,John wants out of thier marriage.  A family tragedy  forces her to come back home to
Parkfield,Texas bring her 3 boys with her.  Overwhelmed  with grief she decides to stay  and rebuild her life.
Will she survive her overbearing mother?  Will she reunite with her first love Dane Kelly? Will her
brother,Blue Callen stay married to his spoiled rich wife who thinks he's not doing enought?  Jane Porter
has a gift when it comes to narration.   She knows just when to reveal certain details at the right time.
the characters where likeable and relatable.(I am from Texas so this may be a biased opinon)  The plot was
a little predictable but I still enjoyed alot.Her writing style overall is a simple ,no frills approach and I will definitely have to check out her previous work.   

Our 3 winners from the contest are:

1. Amy Lyn
2.Shan flip flops
I would like to thank the Hatchett Book Group for allowing me the opportunity to review this book.
I dont recieve any money or compensation to review these books. I would love to thank you guys so much
for following I just reached my 100th follower so I am going to have to do something special for you
guys (I dont know what just yet I am almost speechless) without you this would be as much fun as it is.
Almost forgot I gave this book 4 out of 5 stars.


This one sounds good. I need to add it to my list!
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